I feel better now. Sorry to leave you hanging. Actually, I'm only a little bit sorry, because this is my blog, and because it's just a blog you're under no obligation to care. But since you probably do I'm a little bit sorry. But just a little bit.
I'm hungry. If someone brought me food right now I would hug them.
My watch finally met it's doom last night while I was playing in the rain. I don't think it's coming back this time. I sort of miss it. I didn't realize how much I use it. I am obsessed with knowing what time it is. I'm sort of OCD about it even. Crazy stuff.
Today Andy has a football game and he's playing. His hand is doing well enough that he gets to play the last two games. I want to go really badly, so I'm going to see if I can get a ride with Harmsen's. That would be awesome.
Greg says he doesn't like me. Normally, I'd be sad, but I don't really care. We have a sort of love-hate relationship. He agrees.
Alright. I'm going to wait for the bell to ring, and then go find something to eat.